Today, your faithful photog sticks her head in the sand (metaphorically speaking, of course) and relishes a landscape which (if you ignore Barbra Streisand's chimney there in the top corner, and, if you're being picky, the non-native eucalyptus trees on the bluff, but really, if you're that much of a stickler, you've come to the wrong blog) shows no trace of the human race.

And if anything new happens regarding the owls, I'll let you know.